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<h1><a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/22820443">Master and Servant On Youkai Mountain</a> by <a class='authorlink' href='https://archiveofourown.org/users/prairiey/pseuds/prairiey'>prairiey</a></h1>

<table class="full">

<tr><td><b>Category:</b></td><td>Touhou Project</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Genre:</b></td><td>F/F, Investigations, Romance, Work In Progress</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Language:</b></td><td>English</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Status:</b></td><td>In-Progress</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Published:</b></td><td>2020-02-20</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Updated:</b></td><td>2020-02-20</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Packaged:</b></td><td>2021-04-28 12:08:24</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Rating:</b></td><td>Teen And Up Audiences</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Warnings:</b></td><td>Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Chapters:</b></td><td>1</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Words:</b></td><td>3,026</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Publisher:</b></td><td>archiveofourown.org</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Story URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/works/22820443</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Author URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/users/prairiey/pseuds/prairiey</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Summary:</b></td><td><div class="userstuff">
              <p>When Youmu and Yuyuko travel to Youkai Mountain for business and pleasure, they encounter a larger, darker intrigue.  Can the Netherworld team solve this mystery? Will their bonds strengthen and develop in unexpected directions?</p>
            </div></td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Relationships:</b></td><td>Konpaku Youmu/Saigyouji Yuyuko</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Comments:</b></td><td>1</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Kudos:</b></td><td>3</td></tr>

</table>

<a name="section0001"><h2>Master and Servant On Youkai Mountain</h2></a>
<div class="story"><div class="userstuff module">
    
    <p>
  <strong>Hello, welcome. I've been delving into Touhou and wanted to write something. Lemme know if it's good or bad or don't. Bye.</strong><br/>
<br/>
</p>
<hr/><p>
  <span>Youmu Konpaku, half-phantom servant of Hakugyokurou, balanced on a ladder among the dormant cherry trees pruning the weak shoots with large scissors. Her swords leaned against the trunk. Tepid air rolled over the skin of her outstretched arms and the low pressure, the nearly sour smell of ozone, announced a storm in proximity. The ladder wobbled under her feet. Of her duties assigned, pruning was her least favorite work. Moving the ladder, balancing the ladder, climbing the ladder, examining the branches, snipping the appropriate shoots, circling the ladder around the tree, doing the same for one hundred trees. It was pesky and wearing. Her mistress approached, orbited by small phantoms. Yuyuko bit into an onigiri the size of a cantaloupe. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Youmu,” Yuyuko said, “come hither.” Myon bobbed over to Yuyuko. The mistress gave it a squeeze with one hand.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Youmu clambered down the ladder. “Please don’t grope my phantom, Yuyuko-sama.” She said,</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Aren’t you coming inside? I saw lightning on the horizon.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“No, Yuyuko-sama. I have some special training to accomplish.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Oh?”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“I’m going to bisect eleven thousand raindrops.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Hmm, I suppose that’s best done in a rainstorm. Here, have a bite of this onigiri before you exert yourself.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Youmu put her hands out to receive. Yuyuko shook her head.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“No, no. Say ah.” She held the onigiri to Youmu’s mouth. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>Youmu took an earnest bite. Yuyuko removed a grain of rice from her servant’s cheek and placed it in her own mouth.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Don’t stay out too long. I need you to make dinner soon.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Yes, madame.” Youmu said and watched Yuyuko stroll over the dirt towards the manor. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>Youmu, half-phantom servant of Hakugyokurou, returned to her labor and trimmed two more trees before the atmosphere dimmed and the accelerating wind rattled the bare branches of the orchard. A deluge was imminent. She relocated to a clearing carpeted with dead clover. Soon, one then two then many drops of rain would fall around her. None would touch her, however. They would be destroyed before impact, split by her supersonic kenjutsu. She would’ve preferred a live opponent to test against but there weren’t so many visitors willing to spar. Any exercise was better than none. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>Unfortunately, raindrops had no tactical prowess. They followed one dumb vector. Their strength was in their numbers. They overwhelm and blanket, not unlike danmaku, she figured. She unsheathed her two swords and held them aloft. Her right hand held the katana, Roukanken, while her left gripped Hakurouken, the wakizashi. She made an aggressive stance a little too serious for her stature. Breathe, achieve poise, concentrate, slash, Youmu thought. Overhead, thunder began to roll. A plume of lightning fell upon Youmu and she tumbled, fried, into the charred earth beneath her.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>The ribbon atop her head held a small flame until the rain finally arrived, snuffing the fire and turning the ground muddy. Puddles formed around her unconscious body. Myon nudged and tugged at her clothes until she stirred, rose to a kneeling position, and pushed her soggy bangs from her forehead. Crackling pain travelled from the crown of her skull to her shins.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“What the heck.” Youmu grumbled with a hurt voice. To be struck by lightning was unjustified. She had only been a good girl, a dutiful servant. Rubbing mud from her cheeks, she was tempted to swipe at the tears forming. But, warriors did not acknowledge their pain!</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Hakurouken was found and returned to its sheathe but Youmu was having difficulty locating her katana in the darkness and mud. She and Myon searched and stumbled across the clearing until Youmu kicked something solid, metallic, and light. She squat down to see one half of Roukanken. The other half lay in jagged, glinting pieces across the wet garden flood. Youmu gathered it all and dashed for the manor.</span>
</p>
<hr/><p>
  <span>Yuyuko sat on the manor porch watching the rain dump into her rock garden. Heavy splats of water disturbed the delicate grooves raked into the gravel. Youmu would have to restore it tomorrow. Her little knight, where could she be? It’s unwise to play in the rain for so long. Exposure begets debility, debility worsens into illness. Even half-phantom Youmu fell under covers with a fever. And, importantly, Yuyuko felt her appetite pique. What could be for dinner? Hearty meals - something with potatoes and beef - were best for rainy days. She was also interested in eating some barbecue pork buns, maybe with a tankard of beer. A door slid open, then feet pattered across tatami. She turned to see Youmu, dirty and ruined, trying to speak through wavering lips.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Y-Yu-Yuyu-sama,” she blubbered. “I was struck by lightning a-and Roukanken…”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Youmu presented her katana in five scorched pieces.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Oh, my.” Yuyuko said.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“And, my ribbon.” Youmu clenched her eyes shut. Yuyuko approached, pat her servant’s head, and loosened the burnt ribbon from her ashen hair.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Come, come. Let’s have a bath.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>So, Youmu followed Yuyuko to the bath making short, stifled steps. Myon trailed in a similar deflated state. Youmu, sniffling, readied the bath. Weak steam hung over the water. Yuyuko loosened the bowtie from the collar of her increasingly catatonic servant, dropped her own garments. They settled into the bath - Yuyuko the larger spoon - and sat until Youmu released a sigh.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“There, aren’t we feeling better?” Yuyuko said.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Yes, Yuyu-sama. I’ve been pacified.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Through the bathroom door, they could hear Myon attempting to make dinner. A knife tapped against a cutting board with clumsy strikes. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>“It’s very handy that Myon is learning to cook.” Yuyuko said, cheerily. “Maybe, I’ll have to give her a salary.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“But I don’t even get a salary.” Youmu protested.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“You get room and board. Since Myon doesn’t eat she gets a paycheck.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Youmu opened her mouth to object then paused to consider it. Myon was Youmu, after all. If Myon got a paycheck, then Youmu did, ipso facto.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Well, I suppose that makes sense.” Youmu said.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Just kidding! Myon is Youmu. So, Myon can’t get a paycheck because then Youmu would. And, Youmu can’t get a paycheck because she has to pay room and board.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“You’re so stingy, Yuyu-sama.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Am I? Well, we all have our faults. What is Myon cooking us for dinner?”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Chicken skewers and pickles.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Delightful. Do we have any beer left, Youmu?”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“No, but Marisa recently dropped off a large bottle of sake. I suspect she’s taken something in exchange but I don’t know what.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Hmm, shall we drink tonight, Youmu? On a stormy night, what could be more romantic than buzzing blood to match the atmosphere.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“No, thank you, Yuyu-sama. I’ll cry if I get drunk.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Right, what are you going to do about poor Roukanken.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“I don’t know.” Youmu whimpered. “It’s a weapon of distinct quality. I don’t have the savings to repair or replace it. And I’d have to go all the way to Youkai Mountain to inquire.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“What about your new year’s money?”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“I used it to buy some socks and a book about samurai.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“That was all of it?”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Yes.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“My, my. Maybe I am stingy.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“I complain, Yuyu-sama, but, really, I’m not lacking. I’m quite content.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Oh, Youmu. Your fealty will be rewarded. I’ll help you repair Roukanken. In exchange, you must name your first born daughter after me.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Yuyuko Konpaku?” Youmu said. She could not see Yuyuko blush.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“In truth, Youmu,” Yuyuko began. “We have more money than you might expect. More than enough to repair your katana.” </span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Oh?” Youmu turned to see Yuyuko.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Certain souls condemned to Hell have offered me buried treasure, family heirlooms, and deeds to human property in exchange for being moved here to the Netherworld, where they might frolick instead of writhe.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“That’s not very fair, Yuyu-sama.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“The afterlife is just as unfair as waking life. Besides, I am the lady of this land. My word is legal and correct.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Yes, madame.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“So, let’s get this taken care of tomorrow.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Thank you, Yuyu-sama.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“You’re welcome, Youmu. Now help me into my robe. Let’s have dinner.”</span>
</p>
<hr/><p>
  <span>The next day, Youmu and Yuyuko, the Netherworld team, arrived in the human village. Villagers laughed watching the small half-phantom drag a chest full of worldly possessions over the cobblestones. Yuyuko waved a small stack of certificates and parchments.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“I’m going to the bank to exchange these for money or however this works.” She said, “You pawn those things.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Yes, madame.” </span>
</p><p>
  <span>“I’ll find you there and then we can get lunch.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Yes, madame.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Good, good. Bye, Youmu.” </span>
</p><p>
  <span>They parted, Yuyuko strolling away silent and wakeless, Youmu hauling and clattering for several blocks until she arrived at the Kirisame second-hand store. She opened the door. A bell above jingled and she threw the chest over the threshold. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Welcome,” said the attendant: a lean blonde girl stood at the counter surrounded by trinkets, lit candles, glass cases full of jewelry.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Good day.” Youmu said with a shallow bow. “I’d like to sell some things.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Naturally. Bring them here, please.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“It’s a little heavy. Would you mind coming to where I am?”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“No problem,” the blonde girl said. She approached Youmu with an abacus, light footsteps. Youmu watched her kneel beside the chest. The attendant’s hair was the color of hay under sunlight. Youmu had seen that same shade of blonde on the head of a familiar.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Youmu hunkered beside her. “Are you a Kirisame?”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Yes, we’re entirely family run. My name is Anna Kirisame.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Do you know Marisa, then?”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“My errant cousin. Have you seen her lately? She keeps out of our sight, unfortunately.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“I can’t say I’ve seen her, recently. But, we bump into one another every so often.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“If you encounter her, please tell her Anna says hello.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“I will.” Youmu nodded.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Thank you. Now, let’s examine these things.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Anna unfastened the chest and began to remove the valuables, setting them neatly on the along the seams of the hardwood floor. Her hand lowered, wrapped around an object - a thick and dusty book, in this case - and relocated it without so much as a waver. The tendons and flesh of her hand were absolutely serene, unstressed. Youmu was suddenly embarrassed. Anna operated with natural grace; Youmu had sweat and lumbered all the way here. Some people were born with a genteel existence. Youmu noticed it often in Yuyuko’s etiquette and walk - she was a princess, after all. Reimu, the shrine maiden, moved with a similar ease, however, where Yuyuko’s grace was a product of her nobility, Reimu was effortless because the universe removed all obstruction in her path. She was heaven’s favorite daughter. Youmu felt vulgar and unlucky.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“A dagger made of obsidian,” Anna began, “a pocket watch inlaid with lapis lazuli. Four silver rings set with sapphires. A blunderbuss. Two gilded candelabras. A first edition tome of respectable poetry. Several goblets. A split geode filled with amethyst. My, what a haul.” </span>
</p><p>
  <span>“How much compensation can we expect?” Youmu inquired.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“One moment.” The attendant said, grabbing the abacus. She slid beads up and down their wires and made a calculating face. “I can offer you nine gold pieces and three pieces of silver.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>This seemed to Youmu, unpaid, like a significant amount of money. She nodded in acceptance. Anna returned to the counter, spun the wheel of a safe, and removed the appropriate metal. She slid the coins into a small canvas sack and gave it to Youmu. Jangling money caused, in Youmu, excitement. Excitement flustered her face. A swung bell announced another visitor: Yuyuko entered with a grin.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Youmu,” she said, “you won’t believe how much money I’ve got.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Yuyu-sama! Look!” Youmu shook the sack of coins.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“It seems that the Netherworld team has struck rich. Ah, Miss Attendant, could I sell you that chest as well?”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Certainly, I’ll give you four bits of copper.”  She appraised and fetched the currency.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Much obliged.” Yuyuko said, bowing. She turned to Youmu. “Come, come. Let’s have an extravagant meal.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Anna waved them good-bye. Exiting, Youmu watched Anna’s lips make a perfect smile. As they walked away towards a restaurant, Youmu looked over at Yuyuko, smiling serenely and unconcerned. It seemed to Youmu that only she was unable to muster effortless charm. Yuyuko noticed her servant’s ogle.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Something on your mind, Youmu?” Yuyuko piqued.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Am I charming, Yuyu-sama?” Youmu said with a disheartened voice.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Charming?” Yuyuko glanced down at Youmu: her shifting silver bob cut, her pleading eyes like jade. Seeing Youmu’s face, at first and final light, was one her most perfect everyday pleasures. Watching Youmu labor and serve filled her with warm adoration. She continued.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“You lack elegance but your blundering is endearing, mostly.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Endearing?” Youmu scrunched her face, attempting to decipher her master’s message.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Don’t worry about that, Youmu. Let’s eat.” </span>
</p>
<hr/><p>
  <span>For Yuyuko: a bowl of hot udon, prawn tempura, a fried pork cutlet on a bed of ribboned cabbage, beer in a tall glass. For Youmu: a bowl of hot udon, beer in a short glass.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Youmu,” Yuyuko said, with a tone suitable for lecture, “you’ve got to be eating more. It’s good for your stature and vitality.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“I’m fine with my stature and vitality.” </span>
</p><p>
  <span>Yuyuko wagged a prawn. “You seem to me so trodden sometimes. As in, lacking vitality.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“That’s because I’m a servant. I work all day.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“I’m saying that the more you eat, the heartier you become, the more resistant to fatigue you are. I eat plenty and I feel very robust.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“You lounge all day! You eat and idle!”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Yuyuko took a short sip of her beer. “Allow me to enjoy my afterlife. I suffered greatly before my death.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>She rarely mentioned her waking life. Only when she was feeling serious or insulted. It was a nudge at Youmu, to say, Mind your manners. Youmu shrunk, worried about vexing her master, but also briefly saddened, imagining human Yuyuko despair into suicide. She did not like to think about the fateful moment that brought Yuyuko to the Netherworld.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Pardon me, Yuyu-sama.” She said, “I was rude."</span>
</p><p>
  <span>"Youmu, you're such a good girl. You always back down at the first sign of my displeasure."</span>
</p><p>
  <span> When Yuyuko played haughty, resentment flared in Youmu’s lukewarm chest. However, Youmu was too diligent, too fond, for any bitterness to remain. Her relenting eyes met her master’s, maroon and waiting.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“That’s right, Yuyu-sama. I do my best to keep you satisfied.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Yuyuko cocked her head. “Satisfied? I wouldn’t say so.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“How am I lacking?”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“We can discuss that later, Youmu. It’s a topic unsuitable for the public sphere.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Uh, okay.”  Youmu slurped at her broth in a manner she deemed ladylike.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Rather, right now, we should be celebrating. We’re very rich now, have I mentioned? Let’s have a toast. To the Netherworld team.” Yuyuko declared.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“To the Netherworld team.” Youmu said, raising her glass. They clinked and took long swigs. Myon hung in the corner of the room like a paper lantern.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Yuyuko set her glass on the table, chomped on a slice of tonkatsu, and covered her mouth to speak. “What should we do with our cash?”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“I just want my katana fixed.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Yes, yes, but besides that. Wouldn’t a koi pond be lovely?”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Youmu imagined herself muddy at the bottom of a pit, wielding a shovel instead of her swords. “We should buy new bedding.” She said seriously.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“I’d like to see you in a new uniform. Something coquettish or, at least, baring shoulder.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Youmu pouted. “My costume should be serious, Yuyu-sama. I’m a samurai.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Sure, sure, you can be a samurai. But, diamonds have facets, Youmu. There’s more to each of us than a single occupation. Listen, the other day, Yukari returned from the Outside with a catalog of negligee, she called it. Nightwear. Very charming garments. Some gauzy, some with bows or delicate collars.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“What if we’re assailed by ninjas one night? I won’t be ready to defend in a frilly nightgown.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Ninjas? Youmu the only somebody sneaking into your room will be your hungry master.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Youmu blushed and looked into your soup. “If you’re so hungry, why don’t you work on your lunch?”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“You’re right, Youmu. My soup is getting cold.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>They ate with concentration for several minutes. Yuyuko made content hums between bites. Youmu finished her beer and spoke. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>“What if we take a vacation, Yuyu-sama? If we’re going to Youkai Mountain, why not visit a hot spring?”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“A vacation? I’ve never been on vacation.” Yuyuko considered.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Haven’t you?”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“You’ve never been on vacation.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“I don’t get time off.” Youmu said, resigned.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Is there even such a place?”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Yes, we received a flyer in the mail-”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“I had no idea we received mail.” Yuyuko said, maybe confused.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“It’s very infrequent. I was very surprised when I saw a crow at our gates and unsheathed my katana, immediately. But she made a gesture of peace and gave me a brochure. Apparently, some kappa tapped a spring and built an inn around it halfway up Youkai Mountain.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“How unfair. When we gather the spring, some girls arrive and ruin our plot. When a kappa gathers a spring, she makes a profit.” Yuyuko complained.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Well, I suppose we were specifically in trouble for elongating winter.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“No matter. It’s unkind to meddle in the projects of others.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“We can try again some other year. What if we paid for the spring we stole? Then they wouldn’t be so mad.” Youmu proposed.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Oh, how pragmatic. Then it’s simple business. Ah, but we’ll consider that later. Let’s go on vacation, Youmu.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“You mean it?” Her green eyes shimmered.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Yes. We’ve been in a rut. Let’s pursue some merrymaking.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“How lovely.” Youmu said, pleased.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Excellent. When we return home, we can pack and such. But, I don’t quite feel like leaving this instant, however. We’ve already done so much today. Come to the village, bartered, made transactions, ate lunch. Let’s go home and have a nap.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“It’s only two in the afternoon, Yuyu-sama. You shouldn’t be so lazy.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Yes, you’re correct. In that case, let’s have another round, Youmu. It’s so much fun to fly under the influence.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Youmu, perfect servant, could only agree with her master.</span>
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